Chapter 23: Talk it out.

(Celia’s POV)

Fighting with my one arm would be hard, but I wasn’t actually doing that, though. How? Well, one of them slipped up, and I stole their sword pretty early into the fight. That left them with only a knife to fight me with.

They were skilled, but clearly no one taught them disarming techniques. And it wasn’t due to this place being a fantasy dimension. After all, Solia was the one who taught me such things.

It was funny, but we were in an absolute stalemate. The women didn’t wish to kill me, but just wanted to injure more to the point where I couldn’t fight back. Due to this, I was easily able to avoid all of their attacks.

This actually pissed them off. And the fact that I wasn’t bothering to injure them at all just added to their frustration with me. In this case, I still feel like I was in the right.

While continuing to fight, the woman from before showed up. She was covered in blood, and probably only showed up after she finished dealing with the rest of the townspeople. Huh… does it make me evil for not helping them? Maybe…

Woman: “Number Fifty-Two…” She said, before walking up to the one first attacked me.

Fifty-Two: “Number One…I.” Her words were cut off.

One, which I guess they just use codenames, or they do not have any names besides the numbers. She walked up to Fifty-Two, and she punched her hard in the stomach. Fifty-Two then fell to the ground and spat up blood.

One: “How dare you not only act on your own, but order the other numbers to come help you fight this woman.” She said with a stern tone.

Fifty-Two: “But… Number One, Mistress ordered us to capture her!” She said in defense.

One: “She asked for us to bring the woman with us. She did not wish to bring her any harm. Not to mention, she was going to willingly follow us. But you decided to attack her.” She said with a scoff.

Celia: “That’s right. I was going to follow along.” I say with a sigh.

Fifty-Two: “She… she could be lying!” She suggested.

One: “Are you serious? Stop trying to cover your ass. You have made a mistake. We can easily tell if someone is lying, and she is not. Don’t try to make some excuse that she can trick our lie detection.” She denied.

Fifty-Two: “…”

One: “And you all… why didn’t you stop? This woman is literally playing with you all. You all need retraining, it seems.” She said with a dismissive tone.

Wow… they are all shaking in their boots. I wonder what this “Retraining” entails? Clearly, it doesn’t seem to be anything fun. This group is pretty organized. I am even more curious about their Mistress, now.

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Celia: “Sorry for causing trouble. I am pretty petty when it comes to being spit in my face. I was sure that I didn’t show a single hint of wanting a fight or wanting to run away.” I say with a remorseful tone.

One: “You aren’t in the wrong, don’t worry.” She said with a warm tone.

Celia: “That’s good.” I reply with a relieved tone.

One: “Now, the rest of you go back to the town and help with the cleanup. As for you…” She said, stopping her words, clearly wanting me to say my name.

Celia: “Celia.” I answer.

One: “Celia, will you please come with me on your own freewill? If so, I will not restraint you at all.” She asked.

Fifty-Two: “What!? That’s foolish! She clearly has the ability to leave… why not ensure that she will get away?” She said in anger.

One looked at Fifty-Two with a disgusted look on her face. One seemed to be the type of person that was nice, but very strict with her people. This girl, Fifty-Two, seems to be very young and naïve.

Celia: “You should focus more on taking in the full situation, girl.” I advise.

Fifty-Two: “And what do you mean by that?” She asked.

Celia: “Of course, I am willing to go with One.” I reply.

Fifty-Two: “That’s the truth… but why?” She replied.

Celia: “Most likely for the same reason your Mistress wishes to meet me.” I answer with a confident tone.

Fifty-Two: “That being?” She asked.

Celia: “Because it will most probably be entertaining.” I say with a laugh.

Fifty-Two: “…”

This caused, which I do find it weird how often I make people laugh, One to laugh like crazy. After she finished laughing, which was a sharp difference from how I’ve seen her carry herself, she ordered the rest to return.

One: “Do you wish to fly with me while I carry you, or would you prefer to walk?” She asked.

Celia: “Depends.” I reply with an unsure tone.

One: “On what?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Celia: “Do you have any romantic intentions toward me?” I ask.

One: “None at all. I am not a lesbian.” She denied.

Celia: “Then please carry me and fly us away.” I reply.

One: “Sure, but first, why will you not allow someone that fancies you to carry you?” She asked with a curious tone and expression.

Celia: “I am married. I prefer not to create any unnecessary heartache for my wives. I think that anymore than five is a little crazy. I actually have four right now, and one potential new wife in the future.” I explain.

One: “…”

Celia: “?”

One: “It is honestly unbelievable that you aren’t lying…” She said with a sigh.

Celia: “What? Do I not look like a girl who would be able to get many cute wives?” I say with a pout.

I swear… I think that it is so hard to deal with people that can tell when you’re lying. Sure, anyone can get such a skill like this. But using magic to do it is just cheating. Sometimes, it is nice for people to NOT believe the crazy facts about my amazing life…

One: “That wasn’t what I was implying… Can you really keep up with so many women? Human lives are so short…” She replied.

Celia: “Oh, due to a game set up by a higher being, I am a human at the moment. But my true form is that of a Supreme Goddess. If you didn’t know, such beings are practically immortal.” I explain.

One: “…”

Celia: “???”

One: “Why did you, a higher being as well, get pushed into such a game where you have to be a weak human?” She asked with a confused expression.

Celia: “One of my wives set it up. Look… there are many reason why this happened, and why she did it. Going into it will probably take hours just to explain the basics.” I say with a groan.

One: “I see… You’ve done a lot of running and fighting, so please rest on the way to our destination. I’ll make sure that the trip will be comfortable.” She said with a confident tone.

Celia: “Thank you!” I reply with a smile.

One then picked me up in a princess carry. I seem to be being picked up like a princess by a ton of girls lately… I shall keep this a secret from my wives. In fact, I will take it to my grave! Which is just a prettier way to say that I will never tell them about it, ever. Me being immortal, and all that. With a yawn, I fell asleep. Women do make the best pillows…